Its just a growing weed.
With funny little seeds.
Smoke has a funny odor.
I'M in a world of clover.
Like steps up heavens stairs.
Soon I have no cares.
My memory is full of wild hairs.
Where are the steps any more.
I'M on a cloud without any doors.
Out the window, I just stare.
I'm without any real cares.
My life just melts away.
Time passes, where are the days.
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